Tuesday, November 11, 2008

The new time

Now that we are going to have a new president, I am filled with a new essence. I had been donating and campaigning for Barack for the last 18 months or so and to see what I had worked and sacrificed for come to fruition gives me a sense of drive that I hadn't felt in a long time.
I now feel more determined than ever to complete my goals on this ship. And, you can't run for office unless you announce your candidacy, I think that you can't achieve your goals unless you make them clear; so here they are. Qualify senior in rate watch stations for both reactor mechanical and reactor propulsion rooms, to make chief and to qualify air and surface warfare. Sounds east enough. Also fallout 3 is kick ass!

First in 4 years

Tomorrow I go on my first underway with the Eisenhower. It will mark my first time in 4 years that I go out to sea on a naval vessel. I sent sari some flowers to arrive on Saturday, one of the guys on the ship is having legal troubles with his wife reguarding his children/child. It started to make me think that even though we are going to have a tough year ahead, things could be way worse. She could hate me, she could be cheating on me, or worst of all ask for a divorce and never let me see bailey. I still think I am blessed.

Last night I didn't sleep too well. I was preoccupied the idea of death and dying. Like what happens next, what will I feel, is there really something else. But I kept remembering that faith is the keeper of sanitity. I got over it and feel better now.

Also, owen Wilson said in wedding crashers that true love is the soul's recognition of it's counterpoint. That's nice.


-- Post From My iPhone

A friend

Today I think I met my first new friend in a long time. He and I grew up about 15 min apart, over in mobile. He and I have a strikingly similar navy career. We both are married, for a second time, neither paying alimony, we both were recruiter, we both slso went to captain's mast and got busted for something we didnt do, and were both on ships doing the same job. We also have similar goals in that we have similar qualify paths. Not to mention I don't think he is a moronsnd can stand his company.

-- Post From My iPhone

Monday, November 3, 2008

I just got to the Eisenhower. I underestimated how loneley I would be. Everyone seems so tired and bitter no one is willing to make the effort to socialize. I miss sari and bailey so much,.




-- Post From My iPhone

My first real day


I am amazed at the independence the ship is giving me as far as my check in is concerned. It reminds me of the 'count opf monte cristo where priest is teaching how to
read and the phrase is said " neglegence becomes our ally". But I think that this is teaching me a kind of attitude that rewards self-motivation with something I haven't found put yet, don't think that was the plan, but I think it will be valueble, none the less. I also met up with my protoge tim. He was very excited to see me and met a few new "friends" I will see how this turns out over the next couple days. I still miss my wife, sari and my daughter, but not feeling as lonely.


Saturday, September 20, 2008

Who I am.

Ok I hate stories about people that I don't know, so I am going to have a refrence page on here with the people that I will most likely be talking about, now with pictures. Think of this page as an IMDB.com entry, but with less creepy people checking it.

Me.



Andrew Comer


I'm 27 I have a wife and a daughter. If you read my last update, then you know that I am in the Navy and am a recruiter. But what you don't know is that I am getting transfered to the USS Eisenhower in Virginia.





Wife


Sari Comer


She is way out of my league, but somehow I convinced her to marry me. She is in the Air Force, and originally from PA. She has an older sister, Holly and older brother, Jim and and a younger brother Travis. Oh, yeah I look like a creepy old guy in this picture.





Daughter

Bailey Comer
She is about 5 months old and the big reason I decided to stay in the Navy. She is the first of her generation on the Comer side and has 2 cousins. And she is the only baby I know that doesn't cry without a reason.
That's it for the immediate family. I may or may not post more pictures of friends and family but we will see as time goes on and what stories I decide to tell.

About Recruiting pt 1 Veterans.

First things first, before I get into the first of many bad, nasty souring reasons why being a US Navy recruiter is not the best job ever, I would like to say that I am very proud of my job in the Navy. The Navy takes great care of myself and my family. I have a good life and lots of money and this is the best career choice I could have ever made, with the exception of being a member of Justin Timberlake's entourage.

Now for the shit.

I HATE VETERANS

I am sure that taken out of context that sounds really bad, but I'm not talking about all people who served ever, instead, I am talking about people who did 3 years in the army from 1982-1985, and spend the next 23 years talking about how they shouldn't have gotten out and spend the time they should be using to get a job complaining how things are terrible and how America isn't as proud as it used to be.
I spend a lot of time in my uniform walking around this armpit of America called Altoona, PA and people say things to me where I just think to myself "And?".

Example : Old guy sees me at the mall waiting in line to get cheese steak at Great Steak and Potatoes in the mall (one of the only redeeming qualities in this town) and he gets up and does his version of a run about 35 yards to me and while I have the "navy hat", a name tag that says "US Navy, a white uniform, and look like a roadie for the Village people he says "You in the Navy?". I can only assume that he means this rhetorically. Some times I just say "No, there is an Indian, a construction worker, and a cop in the car, we have band rehearsal later this afternoon." But not everyone gets the joke. So I answer the old guy "Yes I am." He then says, "I was in the Navy. But before you were born. . . . . . . I was on the USS Whositdam. . . . . . . " I just think "And?" But I can't say that because I will come off like the asshole I am. So I act amazed like a 5 year old just did a really shitty magic trick. "Wow. That's really cool sir." Unfortunately then he tells me things that have little or no bearing on my life or the navy in general....

Example 2: My wife was putting gas in her car while in uniform and some dufus saw her and an odd conversation took place that was very useless. Here's how it went.

Dufus: Oh, hey, you in the Air Force?
Sari: Yes
Dufus: That's cool, I was in for 4 years in 1997.

See how that means nothing. Serves no purpose at all and only distracts the people trying to get the job that you quit, done. But if you are going to distract us, at least tell us something useful. Here is a slight modification to the same "conversation" but enhanced with a point.

Dufus: Oh, hey, you in the Air Force?
Sari: Yes
Dufus: That's cool, I was in for 4 years back in 1997. And by the way, your hair is on fire.

See what I mean? Sari can now say "Thank you for telling me this, I feel better for having talked to you." I didn't say that to the guy that got in between me and my cheese steak.

So here is the point
No matter what job you do, teacher, soldier, or train conductor, do not dwell on it and let it define your life. People that spend 20 years in the service are the things that make America great, but when they retire at 38 and spend the next 40 years talking about it, and have no other purpose in life, that is pathetic. Kind of like the guy you know who is in his mid 20s still talking about all the chicks he slept with in high school. You just don't care. So do not be defined by any job, or especially period of time because time if fleeting and if you are stuck there, nobody will want to talk to you.

Mission Statement

This is my first blog that I have full intention on updating on a semi regular basis. I tried a few times before, but one thing or another caused me to give up on it.

One time I made the mistake of actually putting what I thought about things on a blog and that totally sucked. When my first wife and I were dating, after 2 weeks she told me she loved me. I kinda freaked out, so I "blogged about it" and that didn't turn out too well; which brings me to a point.

POINT: To any young men out there trying to get a girlfriend, or seeking a relationship. "If you see a girl who has 2 or more of the following 3 things on, or about her, do not try to get involved with her. 1. a half empty bottle of MD 20/20 (if you don't know what that is do a little google-fu) 2. any visible tattoo below the knee and above the ankle 3. a voice that sounds like police car is raping a baby seal, if that makes any sense."All these tips are a good basis for their own reason, but one, by themselves is not enough to brush them off, but you should be wary if they aren't wearing jeans, and don't talk much, but just move on to the next one.

I kinda got off track, so lets get this dog and donkey show on the road. The Mission Statement of this blog is: "Listen to what I have to say and your life will be better. I am right 90% of the time, and sound like I am right 110%, so that makes an average of 100% always right, all the time. Even my opinions are right. If you don't take what I have to say (type) to heart, at least enjoy the blog for what it is. Good 'wholesome' American entertainment."